Chapter 11
Eleven
The first weeks were rough on Eric and getting rougher. In the beginning, it had been easier to be patient because he’d known it would take time for her to get used to his intrusion into Colin’s house, which is how she still saw it.
But by three and a half weeks, he was restless. She’d quickly figured out which things would put her in danger of physical contract that would turn them both on, and she kept herself out of that trouble pretty neatly.
The spankings left them both aching for sex, but once when he’d dipped a finger into her, she’d spilled off his lap and used her safeword instantly.
He’d licked the moisture from his finger with a hunger that had his whole body rigid. He knew she masturbated to get off after every spanking. He did, too. He took so many warm soapy showers he had to be the cleanest guy in the whole goddamned state.
The trouble was that they were in an endless loop that he couldn’t seem to reset.
She let him get close to her, except when she noticed that she was letting him get close to her.
They watched movies and talked and ate together, but every time they had too good of a time, every time they laughed too much and shared too much, she retreated.
She spent hours in her studio or reading.
He’d suggested she should get more exercise because it was a good habit to get into for her overall health.
He’d wanted her to jog with him or to let him train her, something that would get them hot and sweating together, but she ended up strolling around the lake path and walking the various neighbors’ dogs for fun.
The message was clear: I am still Colin’s, and I’ll never let you have me the way you want.
He was lying alone in his bed in the guest room with one fist tight around his throbbing dick.
He kept seeing the red marks from the cane on Laci’s gorgeous little ass.
He’d wanted to touch those marks and to look at them all night.
He’s wanted to rub lotion on her flaming cheeks and to push fingers into her asshole.
His balls ached, and he stroked faster. He wanted to be inside her anywhere and everywhere.
He wanted her eyes wide and nervous as he shoved his cock against the back of her throat.
He wanted her chained to the bed while he fucked her pussy until it was swollen and sore and she had to beg him to turn her over and use her ass instead.
He moaned softly. He wanted to fuck her deep in the ass with heat rising from her punished globes.
He wanted her moans and cries. And then after he made her come and after he came himself, he wanted her lips against his and her tongue in his mouth.
He wanted her to kiss him with her sore body pressed along his.
He wanted her to burrow against him, needing his strength to comfort her after he’d used her roughly.
His chest burned. Fuck, he thought.
His semen painted his chest and spilled over his hand, but the release wasn’t enough.
This arrangement with Laci had morphed into something bigger than he’d intended.
It was about more than getting to punish and fuck a pretty little girl who turned him on and challenged him with her smart mouth.
He didn’t just want to dominate her and to use her body to get off, though he definitely wanted that.
Now he also wanted her in his bed and in his life, which had never happened before. Ever. Not with anyone.